A Congratulatory Epistle From His Holiness The Pope To The Reverend Dr. Snape (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
Oft hast thou told me, Dick, in friendly Part.That the Usurper Love has seiz'd thy Heart;But thou art young, and, ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Sir Ralph, a simple, rural Knight,Could just distinguish Wrong from Right;When he receiv'd a Quarter's Rent,And almost half in Taxes ...
Whence does this sudden, fatal Change proceed?For lo! Despair on ev'ry Brow I read,All shake their mournful Heads and pensive ...
Hail to the Man, whom sacred thirst of FameAmongst the stars enroll'd a shining Name!In whose great Soul Apollo fix'd ...
If yet, my Lord, your Sorrows find relief,And a short Pause succeeds your weighty Grief;With Candour this unwelcome Verse peruse,The ...
Condemn not, Madam, as I write in Haste,My Thoughts confus'd, or any Word misplac'd.Of cens'ring Tongues I scorn the little ...
When real Blessings are to Men deny'd,With airy Hopes they gratify their Pride;To every Wretch this Privilege extends,However void of ...
Farewell! ye Nymphs, who range the humble Plains;Henceforth a nobler Subject swells my Strains;Aid all ye Muses; all your Strength ...
This Monument, consign'd to latest Times,Stands to perpetuate Wolsey's daring Crimes;Who long, by wicked Arts, of Power possess'd,(The Lust of ...
Whilom in Kent there liv'd a jolly Swain,Young Colinet, the Genius of the Plain;Sonnets he wrote, could sing and whistle ...
Sir Fopling, crost in Love and stript at Play,Pensive and grumbling on his Pillow lay;How vain says he, are all ...
As from the Honeycomb one Day,Young Cupid filch'd the Sweets away,Intent on the felonious Wrong,A watchful Bee his Fingers stung.Impatient ...
Young Cloe, frolicksome and gay,Was reading, once upon a Day,How Jove, as Ovid's Lines record(And Ladies will take Ovid's Word)Us'd ...
Can Indignation so much Rage infuse?And dwells there then such Malice in a Muse?The sacred Nine, genteel and debonair,Scorn to ...
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